”Quite a lot of them say that they’re here for a bit of exercise or to explore the local cuisine. But I tell you, the closer they get to Santiago, the more quiet and emotional they get. Something touches them. Happens every time.”
Nature goes on pilgrimage too. Tides come in, then go out again, far out. Winds bring “blood sand” from Sahara to inner Italy. Seas and mountains travel slower, leaving fossils in their wake.
We hold the firm conviction that “solvitur ambulando”: movement will offer the keys to any spiritual, emotional or practical conundrum. It's not a running away, or even a running towards. The solution lies in the internal peace that the movement itself provides. The world rocks us in her a cradle.
Because Matera exists in all her glory, Borges did not have to create her. The great Argentinian would have felt at home here. The city is built upon other cities, each new incarnation preserving intact the ones that came before.
Hanna lifted the nets out of the lake little by little while Kristiina kept the rowboat steady. We all held our breath and hoped that there would be just enough fish: not too little, and especially, not too much. The Arctic waters of the lake were teeming with life.
We had been alternating days of hawks, hills, poverty and song with evenings of banquets and debauchery at a bankers’ convention. The extremes of the human condition were beginning to wear me down, and I thought that a jaunt to the marketplace in town was just the thing to set me right.